The loving tree
Today morning I came across an old tree Standing proud with its wounds for all to see Wanting to retell its glorious, valorious story Full of wishes, smiles, crossing paths, even misery It invites us to sit and listen to its tale openly Shall we try to find some lesson in it, maybe The tree speaks of its love given unconditionally And to keep giving if one wants to live fully Not caring what the passers by do or say It keeps giving something of itself everyday Becasue seasons come and go, one after another But true joy of unconditional love stays forever